"Optimal."

Here we go again with the riddles and crap..
Geez. Isn't it about time for that break?
I'm hungry.

"Kid, what are you sayin'? Spill it."

Sheesh. I wish my hair was that sleek when I was his age.
I always had bad hair.

"..Of options and options, my wings broken;
I flew over them, there were so many.."

He's smilin', the little creep.

"I fluttered like insects hovering on flowers.
my flight, decayed and weary;
I fall on the petals of one.
'I like this one' I thought,
and grabbed my bat.
I stalked my prey and devoured their soul."

...

"Right. Well I'll go get the doc now."


I hope to never deal with this brat again.
I don't even know what he's saying!


Kids and their youth these days..